Monday 6 April 2009

A Glimpse Through My Eyes.

The wind when it comes, comes with a vengeance; rattles fence panels, buffets tree-tops and sets the wind-chime on the old wooden shed dancing - the shed itself creaks and groans in protest. Like a ship upon a raging sea.
Up in the loft I feel safe. Safe and secure.
Snug as a bug in a rug.
Rain hits the window-glass; blown into diagonal streaks of silver by the wind.
I peer out through my reflection, into the night.
Clouds scud infront of the moon; play peek-a-boo with the ghostlike orb. A Horror Story Moon.
Trees rustle. Somewhere, someone's, gate blows open. Shut. Open. Shut. The sound lonely. Melancholy.
A dog barks. Once. And then falls silent.
I wish I could see the sea, feel the spray as angry waves smash against unforgiving rocks. The sea as black as the night itself, a dark moving mirror of ink.
A call from below breaks into my reverie. My daughter. I step away from the window back into the real world of TV, bath and bed.
But for a moment I had been as one with the night.

4 comments:

Linda G. said...

Evocative writing, Akasha! Congratulations on having your own writing room..and in the attic space too..perfect for those spooky tales of yours:)

Middle Ditch said...

Glad to see you are back. Kept thinking that a horror story might have swallowed you up.

Am still green with envy, of course. I wished I could have had all those emotions, standing there in the attic and listening to all those wonderful inspirational sounds. Great piece.

Leigh Russell said...

I think I need an attic to retire to - good on you! I noticed you'd not been around for a while, but have been busy with editors etc so only now back to blogging myself.

I have to tell you, akasha, I've had some dark thoughts myself lately - not as poetic as yours.

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Akasha Savage. said...

Linda G - I really do love my attic space, I find I am spending so much time there getting lost in my writing that I forget everyting else...including the urge to blog!

middle ditch- as I mentioned above, it is so hard to tear myself away from my writing these days that I have been a bit lax on the ole blogging front. But I will try to post at least once a week.

Hi Leigh - your battle with amazon sounds awful. It must be so frustrating and disheartening for you. Count me in - I will most def order your book - I am going over to your blog as I speak! x